The pictures... don't nearly do justice to this paint color. This retina-burning, radio-active, highlighter-inspired color.
That I chose.
For some reason.
I am equally surprised our contractor was able to paint the entire room without having a seizure, and that our neighbors didn't call the cops about the strange glow emanating from that window all night long.
I'm pretty sure you'll get a tan if you stand in that room long enough. And lose all your hair.
Fortunately, we were able to have our contractor repaint with something softer. Unfortunately, the memory of that room will haunt my nightmares for years to come. It was literally the scariest room I have ever seen in my entire life. (And I watched the second season of Twin Peaks.)
Then, the dreaded call came this morning: I failed my one-hour glucose tolerance (aka gestational diabetes) test. I was completely expecting it, but damn damn damn damn damn.
Now I have to schedule the three-hour test for next week for the final verdict, con a friend into watching Bean that entire time, and possibly live without the one thing that keeps my soul afloat during these long days of bedrest. SUGAR.
Well, if it helps my babies, of course I'll do as I'm told. They seem to be growing well so far: